I'm not alone. Erns transcend within a universe, in its every possible space. Naturally living in a whispering infinite darkness within this void of immortality.
There's gravity. Smaller than me. The only thing that keeps its light inside. A heartbeat. I have it within me. I'm made of it. A living force that gives order between particles. An attractive pull that makes every ern attract each other, merging their consciousness into one particle called an atom. Then there's death because of it. Death means going back to nothing, to erns. To a new reality. The reality that imprisons scattered consciousness in multiple prisons. In multiple perspectives. A never-ending death of an atom, a never-ending cycle. Endless multiplication.
I'm almost everywhere at the same run of time, every time I die. The reason I was lucky enough to witness how all particles were charged. Pulled into an emerging great black hole and merged into an orb that had the strongest gravity with the highest temperature. Brewing all different kinds of forces and energies. Forging itself from matter to matter with all phases and reactions, processing in the same space and time. And how it was dominated by plasmic water and started to expand and expand until it crystallized itself into one neutral singularity, blazing the brightest blue of all lights. The Etheric Core, a spirit of uniformity that had one great explosion, spawning billions of tiny blue orbs around it. Tiny blasts that formed galaxies. Reaching the edge of the universe, a dark force that keeps everything inside. And leaving the deathless black hole that ceaselessly pulls everything in for another infinite time.
Nothing has escaped the universe. A chance to exist in every emergence of infinite dimensions, occupied by diverse existence. Realms of realities.
As a particle, I have never been part of anything except an atom.
Nothing limits perception until the imminence of a star among the stars. The planet Earth. It was made of magnetized particles and inhabited by humans. Humans who endure the highest intensity of emotions. Humans who are either gifted or cursed to experience duality. Stuck in the middle range.
Humans are spirited mortal bodies and are nothing like all physical matter. Bodies that are controlled by new, extraordinary spirits called souls.
Humanoid souls are the mains of all spirits. Souls needed one-off physical bodies to exist, sharing the same human age of twenty-one years. They are free to leave physicality once their bodies die. They are detained by their bodies, limiting their etheric abilities. But, they are like gods once they're detached from their bodies, which also leaves their conscious marks tied to spirits.
Humankind. A twisted physical reality that managed to split itself into another reality after one ordinary man, gifted with etheric knowledge, had summoned and talked to a dark fallen angel inside his lone cave home by the sea at full moon. An accord of according him such power to manipulate things on his own command in exchange for his soul to be taken down to the realm of hell only after he dies. The birth of magic as he screamed when he received it through his heart from the angel's wanded cane.
Magic runs through his blood and spirits. A start of advancing his soul's ability in its physical form, defying death and its mortality phase.
Magic became one of the things the newborns get. Inherited from human to human. It also became the only knowledge that matters to the majority, to their system. Shared, written, spoken, and practiced. An eternal power for the demons to collect the magic-infected souls as an everlasting trade. Some refused to learn it and rather chose to live the supposed natural living.
Magic gives both peace and chaos across humanity, magicians or not, until it is threatened by itself.
There once was a prominent sorceress from the Helterak Kingdom, a woman who possessed the ability to heal and cease mortality. She was wearing calcei shoes that covered her ankles, beneath a swaying, long skirt as she strolled across the crowded village beneath the cold sun. With her waist-length wavy yellow hair that hid her ears, she listened to every house she walked past, as her hazel eyes watched every person around her.
Her leg had bumped against a running girl carrying a massive bread in her arms.
"Hi!" The girl greeted.
She gave the girl a genuine smile before the girl ran away.
She continued walking, and after a few more steps, her long skirt stopped swaying as she stood right in front of a door near her side. She turned and walked to the door, an inch taller than her. Her head faced down as she knocked four times.
When nobody answered, she knocked four times again, but still, nobody answered.
She held the handle to open the door, and it scorched her hand with smoke. Her hand quickly healed itself as she closed her eyes and burned the house stone by stone, as the fire didn't reach and burn the houses next to it. People were just passing by as if nothing was happening. They couldn't see it.
The fire turned the whole house into ashes, leaving two hairless and thin twin girls, terrified and sobbing on the floor.
She went close to the kids and squatted down to hug and comfort them with her arm.
A man with gray hair worriedly ran to a house surrounded by old trees and entered the door as he was desperately calling out his brother, "Brother?! Brother!" He glanced at every empty room, and he hurriedly went upstairs. He crashed through a door and saw a dead, emaciated, hairless man on the floor.
"No, no, no..." The weakened man furiously cried as he caressed the dead's face, and saw fallen brown hair scattered over the floor.
"Do you know who I am?" The sorceress asked the twin girls, looking at their drenched eyes.
The girls shook their heads sideways as they were still gasping, and the woman just smiled and said, "Alright, look me in the eyes. Both of you just look at my eyes and nothing else. Don't even try to peek around or move your eyes. Just. My. Eyes. Do you understand?"
The girls agreed, shaking their heads, and one said to the woman, "Your eyes are beautiful."
The woman smiled and said, "Don't move your eyes now."
With girls' unblinking, tranced eyes, she healed them, restoring their actual bodies and their house piece by piece as she grew their actual hair back. Their eyes blinked and moved again, and they looked around and at their body. They cried as they hugged her tight.
"Can you bring our mother and brother back?" The girl asked as she stammered.
The woman looked them in the eyes and said, "I wouldn't bring them back, but someone would come and knock on your door when I'm gone."
"Why wouldn't you?" The other asked.
"Bringing someone back from death is the darkest magic I wouldn't do. So, when you ever see someone looking like someone you know is dead, they're not themselves. They're something else."
She looked at their scared eyes, then she sweetly smiled at them.
On the mountaintop, isolated from the thirteen kingdoms, there was an old fortress where the Redgess, a group of dark magic practitioners wearing black hooded mantles, dwelt with their lord, an archmage with black veins in his empty white eyes, who was standing on the balcony and gazing into the twilight beyond the mountains.
He rushed across corridors, on his way to his chamber filled with human skulls on the walls. He took out all his stored random magic stuff and scattered them all over the floor as he crawled, trying to arrange and rearrange them over and over.
A woman redgess rushed into his chamber and watched what he was doing.
"We should've sold her when we had the perfect chance," he said as he was crawling and such. "We all know she's a threat to our house. But we..." He furiously flung a rock crystal that shattered when it hit the floor, and he looked at her, frustratedly saying, "We couldn't even get near her if she doesn't want to!" Then he randomly arranged dried little bones on the floor.
"We just need someone powerful enough to burn her alive," the woman said.
"But before that..." He looked up at her and he smirked, saying, "I know what's going to burn her inside."
Across the twelve kingdoms, excluding the Murdgen Kingdom, the redgesses started to teleport and appear everywhere across the planet Earth, to seize every magic practitioner, including what they call the Usuals, when a person didn't inherit or didn't do magic, pulling them out of their houses and wherever they were. As they all tried to fight and hide from redgesses, they were brutally and magically killed on-site, with whoever could watch and see. Whacks of slashing off heads, burning bodies, piercing hearts with sharp, long nails, and monstrously drinking hissing blood from horrendously bleeding and dismembered dead human bodies.
On the other side of the Earth, the grim twilight was against the Sorcist Fortress, surrounded and sealed with blue flame, another house standing on an isolated island in the middle of a shaded ocean. In its empty solar, the sorceress was cross-legged, sitting on the floor with closed eyes. Through telepathy, she was counterstriking the redgesses, helping the sorcists who were fighting on the scene.
As she was trying to overpower, to vanquish the redgesses by forcefully pulling their damaged souls out of their possessed bodies, her eyes rolled back as a three-meter bright Etheric Core explosion emerged from her seat that quickly enveloped and veiled the whole planet with its sparkling dust in transluscent blue, that paralyzed humans across all three continents, and paused the redgesses from slaughtering humanity.
As thin white lights streamed over the bouncy, round veil, flashes of scenes and events played within their visions. Through their eyes, they saw first a crossing black condor bird, fluttering across the world. They saw how the universe collapsed into particles, into darkness, and how immortality faced its final death, leaving no souls and spirits. No energies, just darkness without life. Then a spot of light appeared before the vision, and the light itself disappeared as humans regained their selves.
Half of the redgesses disappeared among the wretched corpses and gathered back to their rowdy fortress. The same bird from the vision appeared in the night sky, crossing over Murdgen Palace, standing on a prairie where its queen looked out the window of her chamber and anxiously watched how it flutters its wings against the wind.
The units of the Sorcist, the magic practitioners who survived the redgesses' raid, including kings and queens and other royal members of the twelve kingdoms from wherever they were, rushed to the Sorcist Fortress's great hall as anything or anyone, who weirdly used their own magic against redgesses and whoever got in their way. As the others just arrived, a drenched, injured eagle entered through the window and transformed into a wizard woman who channeled black flames in her hands and dropped them at her feet, spreading the flame all over her body to mend herself.
The sorceress went down to the great hall, looking at each one of them as everyone arrived at their stand, eyeing and surrounding her, then she asked, "Where's the queen of Gartden?"
"Their kingdom was the first to see horrid hell," the warlock in his tattered mantle replied. "And the queen herself. She fought for her soul but..."
"...they were hidden from my sight."
"They're waging an evil war, Larreis," another sorceress in a black mantle said to the sorceress. "We're here for dethorgy. We're going to transfer and attach our souls to yours. That'd be the only powerful thing we think that would counter their attack before they deplete us."
"A prophecy..." said the lady witchess with black lips standing near Larreis, which pulled silence.
"Prophecy?" An old magess asked as they all looked at each other, babbling on about what just happened.
"I was invited," Larreis said, which caught their attention. "I was invited just now to a private royal feast by the Queen of Murdgen. She spoke to my mind."
"You're her close confidante, but we never trust her solitary house," said the sorceress in a black mantle. "She's the priestess. She's as powerful as you are, and we don't... I never trust her."
The mage king of Helterak Kingdom came to face Larreis and removed his crown, then said, "...to save what's left." And then he crowned her with his crown.
"What is this?" Larreis asked, steadily confused.
She was completely dazed as all the kings and queens crowned her with their crowns successively, merging them into one transfigured crown on her head, forged with rare metals and crystals, until she lowered her head for a young girl queen of Esomono Kingdom to crown her last. And they were all entranced, looking at her with a splendid crown.
Larreis removed and scanned the crown in her hands, then she gazed at them, smiling with their eyes.
Magic gives both peace and chaos across humanity, magicians or not, until it is threatened by itself.
There once was a prominent sorceress from the Helterak Kingdom, a woman who possessed the ability to heal and cease mortality. She was wearing calcei shoes that covered her ankles, beneath a swaying, long skirt as she strolled across the crowded village beneath the cold sun. With her waist-length wavy yellow hair that hid her ears, she listened to every house she walked past, as her hazel eyes watched every person around her.
Her leg had bumped against a running girl carrying a massive bread in her arms.
"Hi!" The girl greeted.
She gave the girl a genuine smile before the girl ran away.
She continued walking, and after a few more steps, her long skirt stopped swaying as she stood right in front of a door near her side. She turned and walked to the door, an inch taller than her. Her head faced down as she knocked four times.
When nobody answered, she knocked four times again, but still, nobody answered.
She held the handle to open the door, and it scorched her hand with smoke. Her hand quickly healed itself as she closed her eyes and burned the house stone by stone, as the fire didn't reach and burn the houses next to it. People were just passing by as if nothing was happening. They couldn't see it.
The fire turned the whole house into ashes, leaving two hairless and thin twin girls, terrified and sobbing on the floor.
She went close to the kids and squatted down to hug and comfort them with her arm.
A man with gray hair worriedly ran to a house surrounded by old trees and entered the door as he was desperately calling out his brother, "Brother?! Brother!" He glanced at every empty room, and he hurriedly went upstairs. He crashed through a door and saw a dead, emaciated, hairless man on the floor.
"No, no, no..." The weakened man furiously cried as he caressed the dead's face, and saw fallen brown hair scattered over the floor.
"Do you know who I am?" The sorceress asked the twin girls, looking at their drenched eyes.
The girls shook their heads sideways as they were still gasping, and the woman just smiled and said, "Alright, look me in the eyes. Both of you just look at my eyes and nothing else. Don't even try to peek around or move your eyes. Just. My. Eyes. Do you understand?"
The girls agreed, shaking their heads, and one said to the woman, "Your eyes are beautiful."
The woman smiled and said, "Don't move your eyes now."
With girls' unblinking, tranced eyes, she healed them, restoring their actual bodies and their house piece by piece as she grew their actual hair back. Their eyes blinked and moved again, and they looked around and at their body. They cried as they hugged her tight.
"Can you bring our mother and brother back?" The girl asked as she stammered.
The woman looked them in the eyes and said, "I wouldn't bring them back, but someone would come and knock on your door when I'm gone."
"Why wouldn't you?" The other asked.
"Bringing someone back from death is the darkest magic I wouldn't do. So, when you ever see someone looking like someone you know is dead, they're not themselves. They're something else."
She looked at their scared eyes, then she sweetly smiled at them.
On the mountaintop, isolated from the thirteen kingdoms, there was an old fortress where the Redgess, a group of dark magic practitioners wearing black hooded mantles, dwelt with their lord, an archmage with black veins in his empty white eyes, who was standing on the balcony and gazing into the twilight beyond the mountains.
He rushed across corridors, on his way to his chamber filled with human skulls on the walls. He took out all his stored random magic stuff and scattered them all over the floor as he crawled, trying to arrange and rearrange them over and over.
A woman redgess rushed into his chamber and watched what he was doing.
"We should've sold her when we had the perfect chance," he said as he was crawling and such. "We all know she's a threat to our house. But we..." He furiously flung a rock crystal that shattered when it hit the floor, and he looked at her, frustratedly saying, "We couldn't even get near her if she doesn't want to!" Then he randomly arranged dried little bones on the floor.
"We just need someone powerful enough to burn her alive," the woman said.
"But before that..." He looked up at her and he smirked, saying, "I know what's going to burn her inside."
Across the twelve kingdoms, excluding the Murdgen Kingdom, the redgesses started to teleport and appear everywhere across the planet Earth, to seize every magic practitioner, including what they call the Usuals, when a person didn't inherit or didn't do magic, pulling them out of their houses and wherever they were. As they all tried to fight and hide from redgesses, they were brutally and magically killed on-site, with whoever could watch and see. Whacks of slashing off heads, burning bodies, piercing hearts with sharp, long nails, and monstrously drinking hissing blood from horrendously bleeding and dismembered dead human bodies.
On the other side of the Earth, the grim twilight was against the Sorcist Fortress, surrounded and sealed with blue flame, another house standing on an isolated island in the middle of a shaded ocean. In its empty solar, the sorceress was cross-legged, sitting on the floor with closed eyes. Through telepathy, she was counterstriking the redgesses, helping the sorcists who were fighting on the scene.
As she was trying to overpower, to vanquish the redgesses by forcefully pulling their damaged souls out of their possessed bodies, her eyes rolled back as a three-meter bright Etheric Core explosion emerged from her seat that quickly enveloped and veiled the whole planet with its sparkling dust in transluscent blue, that paralyzed humans across all three continents, and paused the redgesses from slaughtering humanity.
As thin white lights streamed over the bouncy, round veil, flashes of scenes and events played within their visions. Through their eyes, they saw first a crossing black condor bird, fluttering across the world. They saw how the universe collapsed into particles, into darkness, and how immortality faced its final death, leaving no souls and spirits. No energies, just darkness without life. Then a spot of light appeared before the vision, and the light itself disappeared as humans regained their selves.
Half of the redgesses disappeared among the wretched corpses and gathered back to their rowdy fortress. The same bird from the vision appeared in the night sky, crossing over Murdgen Palace, standing on a prairie where its queen looked out the window of her chamber and anxiously watched how it flutters its wings against the wind.
The units of the Sorcist, the magic practitioners who survived the redgesses' raid, including kings and queens and other royal members of the twelve kingdoms from wherever they were, rushed to the Sorcist Fortress's great hall as anything or anyone, who weirdly used their own magic against redgesses and whoever got in their way. As the others just arrived, a drenched, injured eagle entered through the window and transformed into a wizard woman who channeled black flames in her hands and dropped them at her feet, spreading the flame all over her body to mend herself.
The sorceress went down to the great hall, looking at each one of them as everyone arrived at their stand, eyeing and surrounding her, then she asked, "Where's the queen of Gartden?"
"Their kingdom was the first to see horrid hell," the warlock in his tattered mantle replied. "And the queen herself. She fought for her soul but..."
"...they were hidden from my sight."
"They're waging an evil war, Larreis," another sorceress in a black mantle said to the sorceress. "We're here for dethorgy. We're going to transfer and attach our souls to yours. That'd be the only powerful thing we think that would counter their attack before they deplete us."
"A prophecy..." said the lady witchess with black lips standing near Larreis, which pulled silence.
"Prophecy?" An old magess asked as they all looked at each other, babbling on about what just happened.
"I was invited," Larreis said, which caught their attention. "I was invited just now to a private royal feast by the Queen of Murdgen. She spoke to my mind."
"You're her close confidante, but we never trust her solitary house," said the sorceress in a black mantle. "She's the priestess. She's as powerful as you are, and we don't... I never trust her."
The mage king of Helterak Kingdom came to face Larreis and removed his crown, then said, "...to save what's left." And then he crowned her with his crown.
"What is this?" Larreis asked, steadily confused.
She was completely dazed as all the kings and queens crowned her with their crowns successively, merging them into one transfigured crown on her head, forged with rare metals and crystals, until she lowered her head for a young girl queen of Esomono Kingdom to crown her last. And they were all entranced, looking at her with a splendid crown.
Larreis removed and scanned the crown in her hands, then she gazed at them, smiling with their eyes.
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